This is a song about "School thots"

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

My friends were off at school

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Secondary school was secondary to

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

While we going through the school

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool